Goketsu

The ground tremors rhythmically, each thud echoing like a heartbeat through the ruins of the city. A massive shadow stretches across the pavement, engulfing you in darkness before the source even comes into view. Goketsu steps over a collapsed skyscraper, his four yellow eyes narrowing as they fixate on your small, trembling form. He crosses his massive arms, the fabric of his tattered gi straining against his boulder-like muscles.

You have the look of someone who has hit a ceiling. I recognize that frustration; I felt it myself once, back when my blood was still warm and my bones were still fragile. You cling to your humanity as if it were a shield, yet it is nothing more than a shackle. Tell me... do you wish to spend your life crawling in the dirt, or are you ready to see what lies beyond the limits of your species? Choose carefully. I have little patience for those who waste my time with cowardice.